Part 31 (1/2)

”No, my dear, I'm not laughing at you, truly I'm not.”

”You are! I know you are and I don't think it's kind of you, either!”

And the wife burst into tears.

”Now, my dear,” the husband said, soothingly, ”be sensible and believe me when I tell you I was not laughing at you.”

”Then what were you laughing at?”

”I can't tell you because if I did tell you then I should die the next moment.”

”Die the next moment!” the wife said. ”Stuff and nonsense! It must be a strange thing indeed if a man can't tell his own wife for fear he'll die the next moment!”

The more she thought about it the more enraged she became and also the more curious.

”If you really loved me, you'd tell me!” she wept.

All the way home she kept on worrying her husband and nagging at him until at last in utter exhaustion he said:

”Peace, woman, peace, and I'll tell you! But first let me have my coffin made for as I've warned you I shall die the moment I've spoken.”

So he had the village carpenter build him a coffin and when it was ready he stood it up on end against the house and got inside of it.

The news of what was about to happen spread among the animals and the faithful old sheepdog hurried down from the hills to be with his master at the end. He lay down at the foot of the coffin and howled.

”I've one faithful friend!” the farmer said. ”Wife, give the poor dog some bread before I tell you my secret and die.”

The woman threw the old dog a hunk of bread but the dog refused it and kept on howling.

The rooster from the barnyard came running up and began gobbling down the bread with great gusto.

”You shameless animal!” the dog said sternly. ”Here's the poor master about to die on account of that foolish inquisitive wife of his and yet you have so little feeling that you're delighted at the chance to gorge yourself with food!”

The rooster clucked scornfully.

”See here, old dog, I can't waste any sympathy on that master of ours!

Any man who allows his wife to bully him deserves whatever he gets! Look at me!” The rooster puffed out his chest and gave a loud: ”_c.o.c.k-a-doodle-do_! I've got fifty wives but do they bully me? They do not! Whenever I find a nice fat worm or a grain of corn I set up an awful noise and gather them all around me. Then I eat it while they stand there and admire me! No, no, old dog, I have no patience with the master! He has only one wife and he doesn't know how to rule her!”

”The rooster's right!” thought the farmer.

With that he jumped out of the coffin, picked up a stick, and gave his wife a sound beating.

”So you'd kill your husband just to satisfy your curiosity, would you?”

he shouted angrily. ”Very well, then! Take this and this and this! And if your curiosity is still unsatisfied I'll give you some more!”

”Stop! Stop! Stop!” cried the wife. ”Do you want to injure me!”